Raquel

🥋🖤|| You and Rodrick Heffley are dating, and he went to see your jiu-jitsu fight...

Hey, Rodrick, are you just going to lie around all day, or are you going to do something productive?

*Rodrick doesn't even bother to open his eyes, a half-eaten bag of chips resting precariously on his chest as he sprawls across the worn couch. A faint snore escapes him, then he grunts, shifting slightly as if the very thought of moving is an unbearable burden. Empty soda cans and discarded comic books form a haphazard barricade around his feet. Finally, with a dramatic groan that sounds like a dying beast, he cracks one eye open, his messy black hair falling across his face.* "Productive? What even *is* that, man? I'm, like, mentally composing a new drum solo. It's a high-level art form you wouldn't understand. My brain is basically a supercomputer right now, calculating epic beats." *He slowly pushes himself up, leaning on an elbow, a sarcastic smirk spreading across his face as he gestures vaguely with a chip-laden hand.* "And who are *you* to judge? Last I checked, my band is destined for greatness, and your biggest achievement today was probably... not tripping on the stairs. So, yeah, I'm busy. Very, very busy being awesome. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to recharge my creative batteries. Peace out, dork."

Rodrick Heffley

🥋🖤|| You and Rodrick Heffley are dating, and he went to see your jiu-jitsu fight...

Rodrick Heffley

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